Magic Sect of Beauties: The Strongest Mage is in a Cultivation World

After their discussion, Yang Wei returned to Grand Elder Peak, this time with Sun Yurong. Their destination was the Blood Demon Clan's territory. When they arrived, the first person to see them was Patriarch Bloodflame, who had been keeping his divine senses sharp to know when Yang Wei would return.

"Grand Elder, you've returned!" Bloodflame immediately lowered his head to pay his respects to Yang Wei.

Sun Yurong noticed how eager Bloodflame was to serve and then looked at Yang Wei, already wondering what sort of tricks he had used to make Bloodflame this submissive.

Yang Wei raised both his hands a bit to show he certainly hadn't done any such thing.

....Hmm

Sun Yurong hummed contemplatively, not entirely convinced by what Yang Wei was trying to tell her. Nevertheless, she shifted her gaze forward, though she couldn't help occasionally giving him a suspecting side-eye.

It didn't take long for Yang Wei to start giving Sun Yurong side glances of his own, feeling uncomfortable being stared at so distrustfully. It gave him the sense that he was some sort of small-time crook.

Patriarch Bloodflame looked at the two, unsure of what to say.

"I-, is there anything you'd like me to do, Grand Elder?"

The elderly man was rubbing his hands nervously as he anxiously awaited an answer.

Yang Wei folded his arms and sighed, trying to clear some of his uneasiness. "Yurong, you need to stop staring at me like that, honestly."

Sun Yurong chuckled a bit and clasped her hands behind her butt, looking a tad amused. "Sorry. I just can't help but wonder about the terrible things you must've done to this man to have him this shaken when he's around you."

She was certain that, even with how strong Yang Wei was, that couldn't be the only reason Bloodflame was this nervous around him.

Yang Wei looked back at Bloodflame. "See why I tell you to smile more when you're around me? Now she thinks I bully you or something." He gave the old man a half-opened stare, showing how unimpressed he was with the whole situation.

Naturally, Bloodflame started panicking at the first sign of his grand elder's displeasure. He bowed his head again and cried out, "I-, I'll do my best to smile more, Grand Elder!"

Slapping his palm against his face, Yang Wei sighed, unable to believe how Bloodflame had missed the entire point. With a frustrated groan, he said, "Never mind, just organize the clan. I have something important to share today."

This quickly piqued Bloodflame's interest. "Something important, Grand Elder?"

Rather than giving a clearer answer, Yang Wei spread out his glowing white robes and gracefully flew upwards, positioning his hands behind him.

Following Yang Wei's orders, all the clan members arranged themselves to be addressed by the Grand Elder. While most stood close to each other, Sun Yurong stood apart, simply because she wasn't a clan member. However, she didn't look out of place despite the space she maintained, mainly because her red attire matched the clan uniform, which was red with black trims or sometimes the inverse.

Yang Wei looked down at the large crowd of demonic cultivators.

"Is this all of you?"

Patriarch Bloodflame nodded. "Y-yes, Grand Elder!" he shouted loudly so Yang Wei wouldn't have to exert more effort to hear him. "I thought it best if everyone in the clan benefited from whatever wisdom or special cultivation you were going to share. So, I made sure to bring all of them. Forgive me, Grand Elder!"

Yang Wei had a feeling the patriarch would do something like this. He knew Bloodflame was too soft and focused on making sure the clan didn't decline, ensuring everyone in the clan benefited rather than just those with true talent. Still, that was just a patriarch fulfilling his duties, and Yang Wei couldn't hold that against him.

Despite this, Yang Wei already had a plan for how to weed out those who didn't deserve the "advantage" he was going to give them today.

Closing his eyes, Yang Wei took a gentle breath, and his hair slowly turned black while his skin became a tad paler.

The clan members watched in amazement.

Sun Yurong tilted her head, intrigued by what was happening. "Hm?" she instinctively uttered.

Suddenly, Yang Wei's eyes blasted open and flashed blood-red. A crimson aura, the aura of the Blood Emperor, raged out of his body like a mad beast! Almost instantly, all the plants and vegetation across Grand Elder Peak bowed in complete acknowledgment of his grand presence. The bedrock of the peak vibrated as if a violent explosion was about to erupt.

Many clan members dropped to their knees, vomiting foam and convulsing as their eyes flashed white, like their lives were being robbed from them. The immense aura of Yang Wei overwhelmed them. Only those with a strong enough cultivation base could hope to survive it, as an aura of this caliber could turn the world to ash!

Standing off to the side, Sun Yurong immediately grew nervous. This was her first time witnessing such power from a blood cultivator. The heaven-like spiritual pressure weighing down from Yang Wei made it seem like the whole world was being subdued. Her heart pounded, and she didn't dare look at him directly.

"How is this… possible?!" She felt a heavy ache in her chest, forcing her to grip it tightly, hoping to lessen the pain.

Yang Wei didn't address the pain the demonic cultivators were feeling. Most of them were dropping like flies, their fighting spirit seemingly gone.

"Only those who can withstand this spiritual pressure will get any information from me on how to advance their blood Qi cultivation!"

That was his challenge to them.

And very few passed…

After a few minutes, very few clan members were still standing, while the others were sweating feverishly on their knees.

With a powerful wave of his hand, all the blood aura around Yang Wei vanished like smoke dispersed by a chaotic wind storm. He looked down at those who were still conscious, knowing these were the ones worth his time.

Yang Wei had once been the patriarch of the most powerful magic clan in existence, so he knew how to control a situation.

"Those who are still conscious have passed. For anyone who is unconscious, keep working hard on your cultivation. In cultivation, there's no such thing as failure──there's always a chance to improve."

With a gentle smile on his face, as though he hadn't just tried to crush them to ground meat moments ago, Yang Wei ordered, "Stand up, all of you."

Most of the conscious clan members forced themselves to their feet, not wanting to waste time and risk being seen as incompetent by the Grand Elder.

Sun Yurong stared up at Yang Wei in amazement.

That amount of spiritual pressure seems almost impossible for a blood Qi cultivator who has only been cultivating for just over a year. I don't know why, but during the time I felt his spiritual pressure, my cultivation base seemed insignificant in comparison. Is this because of his celestial gold core, or is it something else?

For a moment, he had the grace of a cultivator who had even surpassed the Nascent Soul Realm.

Keeping his eyes on them, Yang Wei maintained his appearance.

A Bloodfiend Immortal…

It looked familiar to many of the clan members who were born when their clan was still active on the Blood Continent. Even Patriarch Bloodflame was certain this was the appearance of a Bloodfiend Immortal, but it wasn't much of a shock to him, as being the second living Blood Emperor was a much more impressive feat.

Lowering himself a little to their level, Yang Wei said, "Don't be alarmed, everyone. I've come here today to fulfill my duty as Grand Elder." He wore a mild smile on his face.

Everyone looked intrigued to know what the graceful figure before them was going to do.

"I'm going to bestow an inheritance upon you all."

As soon as he said this, excitement rippled through the crowd.

They understood the significance – they might inherit the ancestral bloodline of the current Blood Emperor. Such an honor was not granted to every cultivator in the Three Regions.

The only one who didn't fully grasp the importance of Yang Wei's words was Sun Yurong. She even felt insulted that Yang Wei, who was her inferior in cultivation, would offer to pass on an inheritance to her.

How arrogant…

Sun Yurong frowned.

Yang Wei's gaze swept over the crowd, and then he noticed something.

There was a woman among the clan members who instantly caught his attention.

She was stunning, dressed in elegant red clothes, and wore a red veil mask. Her skin was fair and delicate, her eyebrows neat and sharp. Her eyes, like perfect black gems, shone with a silent, captivating allure. Despite her beauty, she seemed distant and cold, her expression displaying nothing but chilling indifference.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

While her beauty was of the rare kind, her aura was what truly spoke to him.

"Hmm..." Yang Wei murmured, intrigued.